The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The air in the Great Hall of Aethelgard smelled of damp stone and old sweat. Elias sat alone at the far end of the table. He did not look up. His fingers were stained with indigo ink. The ink was dry. It was cracked. Like the shield before him. The shield was a masterpiece. No one else in the kingdom could make such a thing. It was not wood and iron. It was woven from whispers and forged from...

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